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So something I think the anime only people should know/find interesting, season 3 is only going to be covering 9 chapters (92-101) and thats the end of the series :)
#mp100#mob psycho 100#of course I could mention the length of those chapters#vring up how its actually fairly long#but you'll have to scroll through all these tags to find out (roughly) how long the final stretch is in the manga#its roughly because its arguably either shorter or longer if you take the gag strips that break it up as their own pages which I kinda am#im also kinda not#the source im using breaks some of them up but not the ones in the middle of the chapter#anywhoooo#873#thats how many bages are in the last 9 chapters#the series as a whole is (roughly) 3260 pages long#that means these last 9 chapters are over a QUARTER of the entire series in length
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PAGES OF LOVE — remus lupin
Pairing: Remus Lupin x female!reader
Summary: You are trying to get Remus’ attention while he’s trying to read
Word count: 873
Warnings: no warnings, just fluff, fluff and fluff (enjoy it)
In the cozy dimness of the room, you found comfort nestled in Remus' lap. His mousey-brown hair was a soft contrast to your fingers gently weaving through it, creating a soothing rhythm. The room was filled with the hushed rustle of pages as Remus immersed himself in his book, the two of you sharing a quiet moment, wrapped in the warmth of your connection. With a smile, Remus looks up to see you with his brown eyes. He brushes his finger across your cheek, caressing your face. You feel warm and safe in his arms as he returns his attention back to his book. He continues reading while you nestle into his chest, breathing in the scents of his cologne and musk. You savor each moment of closeness, feeling relaxed and cared for by your boyfriend, but you want Remus' all attention, but he seems too deep in his book. You try to make eye-contact with him, but he just stays focused on his novel. You try to get his attention with small gestures. But he doesn't take the bait. Your efforts seem to be completely in vain and Remus is still absorbed in his book until you grabbed his book. Remus' hand brushes against your shoulder and moves down the small of your back, caressing it gently. He pulls you closer to him, his warm arms enveloping you in a loving embrace. His smile widens, as if he can't contain his joy from seeing you so close to him again.
"Someone needs attention, huh?" he says with a giggle, before reaching up to kiss you on the lips. He caresses your cheek, his warm hand brushing against your soft skin.
"Well, I know I’m not a book, but I need you too." you said softly. He pulled you back into his arms as he rests his head on yours.
"You're right, I can't help myself," Remus chuckles softly. He kissed you gently on the lips, his warm breath filling your head with his scent. You feel his heart beating in his chest, his arms wrap you tightly around your own body. You feel the warmth of his touch as if you're a part of him. His warmth surrounds you and he leans in for a deeper kiss. His hands brush against the back of your neck, stirring up a shiver of arousal within you. “I will make it up to you, sweetheart.”
Remus' breath hits your neck as the kisses grow more intense. His hands roam freely across your body, searching for places that ignite your desires for him. Everything seems to be perfect in that moment, a warm embrace of your bodies as two souls yearning for love and affection.
As his kisses grow even deeper, you feel his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth. It stirs up a rush of passion that spreads like wildfire, an indescribable pleasure that drives you into an ever-growing spiral of desire for more. Remus' touch becomes more passionate and relentless, caressing your body like it's the only thing that matters in the world. You feel the heat between your bodies rising, the two of you intertwined in a dance of tenderness and devotion. His kisses are soft and gentle at first, before growing stronger and harder with each passing moment. You feel his tongue exploring your mouth, his hands roaming freely across your body, seeking out new ways to bring you pleasure. The pleasure builds and builds, driving you toward an elusive climax that feels out of reach. Your bodies are pressed tightly together, skin upon skin, your limbs intertwined with his. The heat between you rises higher and higher, a wave of pleasure pulsing through your veins. Remus' hands caress your body, traveling up and down your body with a gentle touch as if to savor each moment. You feel his fingers teasing your skin, exploring every single inch of your body. The pressure builds up, the warmth becoming nearly unbearable, a delicious torment that threatens to push you over the edge.
Remus pulls away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he looks into your eyes. You feel the heat and passion slowly begin to subside as the two of you remain locked in a passionate embrace, your eyes staring deeply into his as the breathless intensity begins to taper off.
"You already made it up to me," you say softly, smiling at him. The intimacy between the two of you is palpable, the warmth and passion of the moment still lingering in the air. Remus kisses your shoulder, softly scratching his nails into your skin. Every inch of your body reacts to his touch, sending a shiver of arousal through you. The two of you lay entwined in a nest of passion and affection, lost in the feelings of warmth and tenderness.
“I love you, sweetie.” he whispered to you, pulling you closer for one last kiss. You feel the heat between your bodies rise one last time as Remus kisses you deeply before finally letting you go. The two of you lie in each other's arms, exhausted from the passionate evening. You feel safe and content in Remus' arms, the warmth of his body wrapping you in a soothing embrace.
#remus lupin#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin imagine#remus lupin fanfiction#the marauders era#the marauders#fluff#james potter#sirius black#lily evans#marlene mckinnon#moony#padfoot#moony wormtail padfoot and prongs#marauders#marauders map#marauders imagine#marauders x reader#harry potter#hogwarts au#gryffindor#slytherin#hufflepuff#ravenclaw#wizarding world
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Darkened Desires
Prologue and Chapter 1: The sun || Chapter 2: The moon ||
Pairings: Mafia!Scaramouche × Barista!Reader
Word count: 873
Tw: praise kink, degradation, kidnapping, tourture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, gore, deaths, age-gap, corruption, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, mentions of human trafficking on the near chapters, slowburn.
Warning: This fanfiction may contain kidnapping, torture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, age-gap, corruption, vigilante Scaramouche, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, and more. This fiction will continue grow darker as chapters goes by.
Your mental health matters.
CHAPTER 3:
THE MOON
I sat on my chair, legs crossed and seeing Mr. Parfez all beaten up, nose damaged and a severe cut on his legs. As far as I could count, my men stabbed him twenty-eight times on his thigh, used a knife and cut his cheeks—making his smile much wider and disturbing. Blood all over the tiles and how he is pleading for his life. Cigarette in hand, I puff out a smoke and stood up, using the end of my shoe—I lift his chin up.
Holy shit he looks horrible, this would be very horrifying for my girl.
I puff out another smoke and tilt my head to the side, his eyes met mine and I tap an excess cigar on him, he yells in pain and I push my remaining cigar into his eyes as he bleeds out in my hand—he tried to back out, lift my feet up and step on his chest to make him fall back in to the cold tile full of his blood. His screams can be heard in every corner of this fucking torture chamber of a room. I love how it’s also soundproof, no one can hear his cries for help and how much he pleads for mercy.
But I show neither sympathy nor mercy.
This if the price he must pay after making a fool out of myself, after scamming and breaking our contract like that. He fucking deserves it.
After pushing my remaining cigar to his eyes, he neither moves or struggles. He was dead, I killed him and I don’t feel a thing.
I stood up, and oh my fucking god. Blood all over my attire, fuck!
“Clean this up, and if you all fucked up cleaning this corpse, you all will ended up dead like him.” I snapped and they started moving.
Snapping my finger and one of my men came to me, “Report.” I spoke, he has a mullet cut and ash blonde hair, his tone flat as he speaks, he tells me her full name first and I smiled wickedly.
A beautiful name equals to a beautiful lady.
“She just recently graduated college and with her and her friends family support, they put up a café. She also has two siblings, she’s the middle child.” He reported, his tone loud and clear. I gave him a nod as he handed a file to me, I flip and turn pages full of her personal background.
Her birthday, her hobbies, favorite colors, pets, names of family members, her exes, what degree she graduated, who are her enemies, and more. A picture of her when she’s a child captured my attention, my fingers glide to it as if I were caressing a little girl that grown to be a wonderful and carefree woman.
Too bad she wouldn’t be carefree when she discover who I am.
Hacking one of her cameras are too easy, her surveillance in the café and her own home. She lives in a butt-fuck nowhere where forest surrounds her house. In her papers, it said that she has deep love for nature and how the smell of the leaves brings comfort to her.
Naughty girl, doesn’t she know that many people had gone missing because of houses like this? Tortured, raped, harassed, and more. Tsk, tsk, luckily she’ll have my protection every now and then. I don’t want someone lying their hands on my girl, no one.
There she is, lying on her bed with phone in hand—she doesn’t know that I’m watching her. Why did she install a camera in her bedroom? I laugh on how oblivious she is, hackers can easily hack her cameras then they either can sell her or their footage on the dark web.
I see her, in only in her thongs and fitted shirt, she walks around almost naked in her own home—well, she is surrounded by the green trees, no one can see her—she thought she is free exposing herself in just thongs.
My eyes lingers on the screen, I could feel my cock twitch and throb under the fabric of my pants. How it begs to be buried deep in her pussy, how much I want to penetrate her—to fuck her senseless.
Lost in wild thoughts, a voice came into my small earpiece, “Sir?” it called, I turn away from my computer screen, lean back and light up a cigar.
“speak.”
“I have reports on the missing children, and a leaked video.” He spoke, my attention snatched and my body stiffen, “leaked video?” I repeated and he confirms.
“These fuckers are sick in the head, even targeting helpless women aren’t enough.” I curse under my breath, my blood boils knowing that they even target little kids.
Sick wild motherfuckers.
“There is also an update for sir Niro, would you like me to send it to you?” he asked, I sigh and clenched the light up cigarette in my hand. It burns but it didn’t hurt I have my gloves on.
I nod and turn back to my computer screen, I nodded and have my mind relax when I see her lovely face in the screen, checking the surveillance.
I should probably keep my distance… for now.
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Chapter 4: THE SUN
#genshin impact#scaramouche smut#scaramouche fanfic#scaramouche x reader#scara x reader#scaramouche#Mafia!Scaramouche#Mafia!Scara#genshin smut#Darkened Desires Series#dark romance#Sorry if the this chaoter is short TT#I'll try harder next time:(
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Relief, for now-
Chapter 7: Re:Gain
>Pages 873 - 874<
>Previous
>Next
>Beginning
Ko-fi | U/S Official Discord
#Undertale#Undertale AU#Undertale Comic#Undertale AU Comic#comic#UnderSource#UnderSource AU#UnderSource Comic#Under/Source#Under/Source AU#Under/Source Comic#SourceSeven#u/spart7
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Can I request some 049 x female Reader headcanons where the Reader is pregnant with 049’s child?
"We're Expecting! Don't Tell The O5 Council!"
Fandom: Secure. Contain. Protect. (SCP)
Pairing: SCP-049 ("Doctor") x Female! Researcher! Reader
Rating: Lime [🟢] - (Equivalent to PG-13)
Warnings/Mention Ofs: Human! Reader, Researcher! Reader, Human x SCP, Human x SCP Relationship, AFAB! Reader, Female Pronouns Used For Reader, Unexpected Pregnancy, Most Likely Post! Contaiment Breach, Slightly Overprotective Doctor, Very Involved Parental! Doctor, Internally "Paranoid"! Doctor, Limited "Normal" Pregnancy Customs.
Word Count: 873 Words
If you'd like to be tagged for all posts, certain fandom posts, or certain character posts then feel free to message me!
There wasn’t much doubt that amongst the scale of ‘Definitely Not Human-Like’ to ‘As Human As Could Possibly Be, But Still Not Actually Human’, Doctor was more so teetering towards the edge of being more human-like than majority of the other S.C.P. beings that were also residing within the containment site, even still after the initial breach. That didn’t stop the researcher, (Y/N), from initiating a relationship with the Doctor, and eventually it became as intimate as it possibly could have. Despite that intimacy, there wasn’t necessarily ever a thought that a pregnancy between Doctor and (Y/N) could possibly happen, at least until viewing the results of the pregnancy tests that (Y/N) had taken. While there was some initial anxiety when it came to telling Doctor, he was actually pretty excited about the news!
While within the early stages of their relationship Doctor had respected (Y/N)’s boundaries for space and privacy, now that she’s carrying their child, there’s not really such a thing as space and privacy anymore. (Y/N) couldn’t even make the five steps from Doctor’s desk to the bathroom within his laboratory without him jumping up to assist her. “Are you doing well, Chère? Do you need any assistance? Is there anything concerning the baby?” With that being said, the security around the laboratory is increased as well. There’s also more reanimated subjects that are placed around the laboratory, and even the most common places that (Y/N) typically ventures to and from, for an extra form of protection. It had gotten to the point that Doctor had to venture through the site looking for something, but didn’t want to disturb (Y/N) from their nap, so he had one of the subjects lay in the bed with her for protection.
Doctor is absolutely involved with the baby, ever since the moment that (Y/N) had revealed to him that she was pregnant with his child. He would spend literal hours just reading out loud to her and the child, whether it be his own research papers, random magazine pages found strewn across hallway floors, or would even spend time reading the files based on his other S.C.P. companions. It’s the same thing when it comes to listening to music, even if it’s various languages that (Y/N)’s unfamiliar with or hasn’t even heard of before. Doctor swears that while he hasn’t had any children before, that he’s done his fair share of research when it comes to pregnancies and even early childhood education, though (Y/N) is a bit unsure since it’s been quite some time since Doctor has been within the general public, especially in today’s day and age. He claims that it’s critical, and a long term benefit, that a developing baby experiences these things.
This pregnancy is definitely something more than just a generic pregnancy for Doctor, but he’s not going to make that known to (Y/N) unless he absolutely has to. As stated above, he’s never had a child before, and hasn’t came across anyone else like himself, so he’s unaware of what to actually expect when it comes to someone like him having a child within someone such as her. He’s not just monitoring the basic and typical pregnancy symptoms and such when it comes to watching over his beloved and her pregnancy. Secretly, he’s also monitoring for any abnormalities, anything that could end up becoming alarming or dangerous for (Y/N) or the baby, and even both. He doesn’t want to lose either of them, and therefore he would rather be able to take the risk of doing this part of the monitoring in secret if that means making sure that (Y/N) and their baby is doing well. While he was alone for the majority of his life before she had come along, Doctor isn’t sure if he would be able to continue on if he was to lose her.
Whenever (Y/N)’s due date, or at least an estimate of when the due date would be, there’s only a certain few other S.C.P. beings that Doctor is comfortable with her being around, even if she’s interacted with them for quite some time before the initial breach. He doesn’t want to take any chances with something happening to (Y/N) or the baby, especially with how sporadic and violent some of them can be. He only wants those that he can absolutely trust to be around them, at least at first, those that he knows will also do their best to make sure that things are going smoothly and stress-free. (Y/N) mentioned how this was slightly unfair once and therefore (Y/N) was only allowed to interact with who he didn’t deem safe enough through the intercom to his laboratory, or writing to each other with erasable markers on the window. This even means creating a whole different room or section of the site that Doctor’s located within to treat his “patients”, as he wants to make sure that the environment is going to be safe and sterile, or as sterile as it can be, for a safe, healthy delivery of his beloved little baby to be.
#secure contain protect#scp#scp 049#scp x reader#scp x human#scp 049 x reader#x reader#x female reader#lime rating#requests?! thank you<3
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20 q's for fic writers
thank you sooo so much for tagging me @kay-elle-cee I unfortunately could not approach this in a completely earnest fashion due to who I am as a person, so everyone please take this slightly ersatz set of answers with all of the love I intend…which is a lot I swear…
AO3 Username: clarewithnoi (pronounced 'clare with no eye')
1. How many works do you have on A03? lol I keep orphaning stories when they annoy me but for now 37 (I think?)
2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 403,419…what is this word city
3. What fandoms do you write for? Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, others which I have not published lol
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
not the statistics page!!!!!!! john mulaney voice that's the thing I'm sensitive about!!!!!!
one long day (all my love will make you shake) at 1,151 WOW my god I did not realize it had surpassed 1k!!! did I know that? holy shit!
I will carry you, always at 873 ok this is also shocking but I do know that my they-lived AUs tend to be more popular and they're older so they've had time to accumulate hits
foreigner's god at 701 still can't believe this <3
theogony at 682 (!!)
growing pains at 675 another they-lived AU! I really carved out a niche early on
5. Do you respond to comments? don't look at me…I always want to…I swear I just get overwhelmed…put the gun down please…
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? uhhhh jesus idk, probably the derelict art of letting go? I don't write a lot of angst but I guess that one is on the sadder side
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? foreigner's god! or I will carry you always! in one of them I contend with reincarnation and shared grief and second chances at life. in the other one they hook up in the DADA classroom. so it's a toss-up
8. Do you get hate on fics? not really, and given the number of public fights I've had on this account you'd think that people would take their dislike of me to ao3 more often, but everyone's been remarkably charitable in that regard. thanks guys <3
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? only if I can exorcise personal trauma through it. or if it's 2020 and I'm dissociating in my studio apartment.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? no and no one say theogony or I'm turning this bus around
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? yessiree and it was not pleasant!
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? yes! a few! the ones with my permission were lovely. the ones without my permission not as much.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? naur…
14. What’s your all time favorite ship? it's like a three-way tie between jily, percabeth, and zelink tbh! but I've mainly read jily fic in the past few years I think. but this answer can change dependent on me developing a new hyperfixation lmao
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? the last time I answered this question I did it as a joke and then I wrote theogony about it so I'm going to choose peace and just plead the fifth here lest I commit to another wip that'll take three years
16. What are your writing strengths? I do a lot of (an excess of) research, I'm good at description, I am funny when I want to be, I've had some really good prose moments if I do say so myself (I do)
17. What are your writing weaknesses? I am structurally a very weak writer, I can't be succinct, I don't have a great literature background so I never really know what I'm in conversation with and have limited points of reference for writing, I am very bad at writing characters who are subtle about their emotions/romantic feelings, I submit to time pressure and rush myself, the list goes on
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I've always wanted to write a fic in Spanish omgggg
19. First fandom you wrote for? either Zelink or Percabeth when I was like 12 lol.
20. Favourite fic you’ve written? theogony!
tagging @thequibblah yes I know you've been tagged already. cope <3 and @mipwrites go get 'em champ
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TESFest Day 3 - Teeth
a moment of contemplation from a dunmer mage/future dragonborn
inspired by this headcanon about dunmer baby teeth
word count - 873
content warnings - parental abuse, sibling death, disowning
As a young child, his baby teeth were placed along the family shrine. Dunmeri tradition dictated that this ceremony would bring him closer to his ancestors.
Today, he had them in a jar.
Wyndrelis clutched the glass in his palm, turning it over. The College of Whispers had been the only place that would accept him. The Synod knew of the accident. Conjuration was involved. It was no wonder, then, that their rejection letters were so biting.
He watched the pearl-bright shards as he moved his wrist, hearing them clink against the insides of the container. His grey thumb grazed the smooth surface. His dorm - no larger than a closet - swallowed him in the dark. The sweet song of sleep had eluded him again, passing it's voice away from his ears to the ones of those who slept in the other rooms, down the hall, lulled to depths of dreams. It did not reach him here, the night racing in long silver streams outside the cynosure.
Wyndrelis had been on thin ice since the moment he was born. Among the Dunmer, his family were strangers, unable to use magic. A curse had been placed generations back, tying knots and subduing the magicka that should flow in their veins. A Telvanni had placed it, he'd heard, though the legitimacy of that claim was debated.
It didn't matter now. What mattered was that Wyndrelis, one of the only in many generations, had been born with such a high amount of magicka that it startled his parents. It left them scolding him in hushed voices, that whatever he does, to not drag anyone into his madness.
He stared down at the long-fallen teeth. His mother had swiped them up in her palm, her scarlet eyes glowering down at her middle child as she deposited the hollow bones into his cupped hands. She spoke no words to him since Drolosa's death. She turned on her heel and left the shrine and went about her daily duties. Memories of his younger sister ghosted his mind, moth-quiet, snickering. He wondered if her spirit was furious with him. It had been his fault, at the end of the day, that her remains had joined their ancestors so early.
He rose from the bed, tossing his sheets aside. The maroon sleeves of his College of Whispers robes bloomed along his arms. He wrapped the ends closed with leather straps, and dug through his pack. The old Synod letters. He skimmed the pages, the words, parchment crumpling between his fingers, rejection after rejection after gods-damned rejection. He looked to the jar.
Moving to the common room of the small cynosure, he crept through the shadows, hearth still burning. He shuddered. He'd get over the way fire curdled his stomach, made his throat close and head spin. He had to, if he had any hopes of being a real mage. He shifted himself closer, kneeling on tired legs by the flames. Wood crackled and split, spitting out embers into the chimney. He pulled the papers to his side.
One by one, he set them alight, letting the parchment join the logs that would scorch his past away. He had a new life now. He had to remember that. His family had removed him from their shrine. He had no lineage, his father stated plainly. No brothers, sisters, parents, grandparents. Bloodless, pastless, history drowning in ink and blotting out the names. A family tree on fire.
He considered for a moment tossing the teeth into the hearth. He decided against it. His family was already doing everything to erase him from their lineage. As far as they were concerned, he did not exist. His younger sister had been murdered by a stranger, that was all. Tragic, really, what mages can do when their experiments go wrong.
He could remember the saltwater taste on his tongue as he tried to tell his father goodbye. One last meeting. The older Dunmer reclined in a large chair by the family hearth, grief lining his face, worrying into the edges of his eyes. Wyndrelis' younger brother, the youngest Femer child, rested on the floor, working his way through wooden puzzle cubes that had once belonged to him.
"I'm leaving." Wyndrelis pushed the words through his lips, glasses reflecting the figure of the man who raised him. The older Dunmer didn't reply. "Father, I'm leaving."
The older Dunmer held up his hand. "I have one son, and one daughter, and you are neither of them."
His family would try to erase his presence from their home. But these, these tiny teeth in a glass jar, this was the evidence of his lineage. It was proof he'd not sprung into existence fully-formed, a demi-prince of nothing. He'd had a mother and father, and brothers and sisters. Wyndrelis was not without name. He was the last in the Femer bloodline thus far who could hold magic in his palms and weave it the way his older sister wove her elaborate tapestries. He wasn't going to fade into obscurity like they hoped.
They would be forced to come face-to-face with the son they banished, if not in this life, then in the ashes.
#tesfest23#oc ; wyndrelis#skyrim fic#skyrim fanfic#bishop.txt#my writing#backstory time.......2!!!!!!!!!
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Post 873
Before he was sentenced, the defendant through his attorney said he was too nervous to speak in court...
Joseph Taylor Hughes, Kansas inmate 114259, born 1985, incarceration intake in September 2016 at age 21, scheduled for release June 2024
Criminal Damage to Property, Domestic Battery, Aggravated Burglary, Robbery, Attempted Murder, Tampering, Obstruction of Justice, Perjury
Joseph Taylor Hughes, who was convicted of brutally beating the mother of his two children at her south Topeka home in January 2015, was sentenced to 10 years and two months in prison.
The prison sentence was the maximum Hughes could receive based on Kansas sentencing law.
Shawnee County District Judge Nancy Parrish sentenced Hughes to five years and one month for attempted second-degree murder, two years and 10 months for aggravated burglary, and the remaining time for two felony counts of criminal damage to property and two counts of obstructing apprehension or prosecution.
Sentences for the remaining six felonies and two misdemeanors will run concurrently.
Rather than making a statement before he was sentenced, Hughes, who through his attorney said he was too nervous to speak in court, wrote a two-page statement handed directly to the judge.
In the letter, which wasn’t read aloud, Hughes apologized to his longtime girlfriend.
In the perjury and obstruction charges, three other people testified they either lied or were prepared to lie to clear Hughes of the assault charges. The witnesses said they had been given details of what they were to tell Hughes’ first defense attorney and a defense investigator.
Appeals of Hughes’ convictions were unsuccessful.
3m
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i showed a friend of mine a snippet of the ch 3 of my fic, it's this:
"Richie, what the fuck?" Eddie laughed, pushing the other boy's face away from his. His breath stinks of the pizza they just ate and there was still some crumbs leftover at the corner of his mouth. Despite of it all, he still wants to kiss him.
"Just one kiss?" Richie pouted, roughly swiping the crumbs from his mouth, "Pretty please, Eddie my love?"
"Fine," Eddie rolled his eyes before giving the other a sweet kiss, giggling as Richie begun to cheer.
and she freaked out. at first i thought it was becausw of the ship, but apparently, she freaked out because according to her eddie doesn't curse. eddie kaspbrak apparently doesn't curse. and that richie isn't a messy eater and he doesn't call eddie as his love
🤷♂
Ok tell your friend to know her sources because I knew in 2 seconds where in the BOOK eddie curses:
(Page 1244 in my copy)
And he also curses multiple times in the movie, for example the scene where they find Betty Ripsons shoe, he says, and I quote:
"Oh, shit, oh god, oh fuck."
THATS A WHOLE SENTENCE JUST CURSING!!
Honorable mention because I just found it:
Also to show he is cursing casually too, not just in a fight or something.
Now, don't ever tell me Richie doesn't call Eddie "my love", I dare you: (page 873)
I have no proove of Richie being a messy eater, but cmon, of course he is, that sounds like a Richie thing.
Also please forgive me for not having proove about the mini series but it has been a while since I watched it, feel free to add some :c
(If I tell you I knew in SECONDS where to find those quotes would you believe me??)
Honestly, everyone has an other view of every character we learn to love, we think of things that WE believe they would do and thats beautiful if they still stay true to the original somehow. But saying stuff isn't true when it is obviously true... I don't know XDD
#richie tozier#reddie#eddie kaspbrak#it 2017#it chapter two#it#it 2019#it fanart#beverly marsh#bill denbrough#mike hanlon#ben hanscom#stan uris#stephen king’s it#it stephen king#stephen king
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heres my current dion timeline! completely subject to change bc halone knows it has changed many times already! all the stuff in italics are my headcanons, incl ages, which are in parentheses. extreme spoilers abound
aka my 'dion is a 35yo hag w a lot of unhealthy responsibilities & relationships partly caused by underdeveloped lore but im gonna run with it anyway' agenda.
843 (0)
Dion born in Oriflamme
Mom????????????????????????
I think she was just husbandless and hard-up and she got taken advantage of to some degree by Sylv. She can still like, talk to Sylv but they don't have a relationship.
p o v e r t y
849 (6)
- Kanver Independence movement
Wants freedom from Dhalmekia. Trade disruption likely.
850 (7)
- Southwestern Alliance
Alliance of Rosaria & Dhalmekia to oppose Kanver's independence movement. Trade disruption v likely.
852 (9)
Dion awakens as Bahamut. It's nighttime when the scary magic stuff starts and hes just a baby :(
Mom takes him to church bc he's possessed. hiiii priest who fathered him. wtf is going on w this kid.
Mom sells him to Sylv. Weird child headache & poverty solved! Soon after, Sylv becomes emperor and Dion is made prince & imperial scion.
857 (14)
- Kanver Independence obtained
Trade along the Crystal Highway & beyond absolutely disrupted. Sanbrequois interests split between dispute with Waloed and the continental economy.
858 (15)
- Remembrance Ceremony
Dion mobilized in his first sortie--a rebellion inspired by Kanver. insert smth abt having too many thoughts abt money & societal disenfranchisement + responsibility to the public here.
Dion meets the Rosfields.
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- The Triunity of 859
Sanbreque joins the anti-Kanver alliance to discourage further revolutions in its territories.
860 (17)
- Night of Flames
The Phoenix Gate attack. Triunity broken. Anabella becomes Empress. Harpocrates fired.
Dion removed from court and sent afield against Waloed. Terence (12) joins him as his page.
861 (18)
- Rosaria attacked by Ironblood & Sanbreque
Dion knighted as a dragoon and their highest commander. Part of restructuring to incorporate Rosaria.
863 (20)
Terence (15) promoted to squire.
865 (22)
- Battle of the Twin Realms
Bahamut fielded. Sanbreque wins Strait of Autha after decades of a blockade, but were prevented from further conquest by Waloed's alliance with the Dhalmekian Republic, who were concurrently warring w the Iron Kingdom at the Nysa Defile. Teredio confession happens after this.
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Terence (19) knighted as a dragoon.
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Terence (22) becomes his second in command.
873 (30)
- Battle of Nysa Defile
Dhalmekia vs the Iron Kingdom, Titan vs Shiva, no help from Waloed, Sanbreque's Bastards sent to assassinate Shiva
- Fall of Drake's Head (Oriflamme)
An aetherflood spawns in the crystal mines and consumes its workers. Oriflamme then languishes and the surrounding area experiences poor harvests and trade.
- Battle of Belanus Tor
Bahamut vs Odin. No reinforcements & reports of saboteurs in the capital. Sanbreque loses the Strait of Autha and an entire legion. Dion told to maintain position and continue fighting despite heavy losses.
- Annexation of the Crystalline Dominion
Dion leads the invasion of Crystalline Dominion, which becomes the new imperial capital.
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- Fall of Drake's Breath (Iron Kingdom)
No one cares. Fears about Cid reignite.
- Rosalith Destroyed by Titan
No one cares. The Imperial family doesn't even talk about this when they plot world domination???????
Black Shields cause havoc elsewhere in Rosaria.
- The Crystalline Impasse
The Republic of Dhalmekia at war w Sanbreque over Twinside. Sylvester plans to accept their treaty, take reparations, and backstab them by making Dion destroy the last of their forces. He sends Dion to his camp on the bank opposite Boklad.
- Fall of Drake's Fang (Dhalmekia)
Dhalmekia's chances for a decent treaty completely vanish.
- Olivier Becomes Emperor
Dion and Terence (30) receive news of Titan's death, but must still maintain hostilities and turn Twinside into a battlefield. They learn of Olivier's ascension to the throne. Joshua meets with them.
Dion returns home and bickers about things. Sylv talks about conquering all of the Twins, and again orders Dion back to his camp to fight the Dhalmeks.
- Meeting w Joshua & Decree
Dion meets with Joshua in the imperial palace and promises to assist him when he is done with Sanbreque business. Afterwards, he makes his decree to coup.
He never returns to his camp? Just plots and pulls out the dragoons and artillery right at the castle?
- Rise of the Wyrm coup
Sylvester, Anabella, and Olivier killed. Twinside destroyed.
Kihel (14)'s grandmother dies in the destruction—if Kihel's grandmother was someone she met semi-recently and who took care of her while she was in Twinside. Or are the lanterns a continental practice rather than a Sanbrequois or Dominion one, so she could have learned about them back in Kostnice? Or was Kostnice just another stop on her travels, instead of a home?
- Fall of Drake's Tail (Twinside)
Taken to Hideaway, then return to Twinside. Kihel finds & nurses him. He reunites w Terence, who survived Somehow.
- Ran'dellah Attacked
Dion and drgs intervene to save Dhalmekian statesmen. He sends Terence to Kihel. The drgs have lost their highest leadership.
- Fall of Drake's Spine (Waloed)
Dion got on Mid's boat somehow, accompanies the team to Ash, and remains with them at the Hideaway.
- Origin
Twinside and its populace completely destroyed. Terence and Kihel are implied to die. Dion reunites with Harpocates. He and the Rosfields go to fight and are also implied to die. All magic removed from the world.
GAME ENDS
879 (36)
- 1-6 Months Post-Game
Dion is returned to headquarters and rehabilitated. idk anything abt the bros. Tarja amputates his right arm. He leaves with a bit of money to return to Oriflamme and keep up the Repent gig.
- 6 Months Post-Game
Fic starts.
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*at some point cid fights bahamut at oriflamme's crystal. idr enough abt when cid left waloed to guess
**dions hates evil and yet. he cant identify it in his dad. even when he's totally old enough to realize that the night of flames was super sus. compartmentalizing king ig
***idk how old olivier is. i thought he was like 5 until i saw most ppl pinged him as like 10.
****i have no plans of doing anything in depth w mom so im not worried abt her rn. the important part is how scary and badly understood his condition is + how sylv offers explanations, regular meals, and greagor's absolute love in return.
*****terence has a baby face + the squire detail rly solidified the age diff to me. ultimately 5 yrs isnt a lot, but it's more significant when theyre younger, and it gives dion more to sweat abt when he talks abt loathing the power dynamic between them
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⚅ — FFXVI Verse — ⚅
⚀ Hanekoma was born as the illegitimate child of a member of one of the High Houses in the Year of the Realm 837. He was immediately shuffled into the waiting arms of the Undying immediately. Stripped of any semblance of family save his sharp and unrelenting cult. He was raised in the company of the royal house of the duchy, though only in the unseen shadows, watching as the order and his god stepped above him and never met eyes. At 8 years old, Clive Rosfield was born, and Hanekoma began to grow something else inside of himself than loyalty for the Undying and the Phoenix.
⚀ By age 23, Hanekoma had honed his fighting skills well, and in addition, he had begun gathering other talents as he could find them. He took lesson from anyone that was willing to tolerate him for long enough to make sure that he could easily slip into any role that was desired. Not only did this ensure that he would always be of particular value to the order, but it gave him far more freedom to move around as he saw fit (or rather, was needed by others of the order). He was stationed at Phoenix Gate when the chaos ensued, and while he rushed to the aid of his lords, he found nothing waiting for him but rubble. He, along with the others present, recovered Joshua and began the tumultuous task of investigating the attack. While he cared for Joshua, Hanekoma became particularly attached to the young boy. He could not see a Dominant of the Phoenix, but a child that was in need of care. One night of caring for him, quiet and alone, Hanekoma restated his vows to the Phoenix, but this time, he whispered them to Joshua himself.
⚀ At 35 years old, Hanekoma was forced to watch Joshua leave with one of the other acolytes, having said nothing of the way he felt to him and with only the hope that Joshua would be safe. But the longer he remained at the sides of the Undying, the more ill at ease he felt staying there. He began volunteering for any work that would take him outside of the headquarters to investigate. Unlike a great many of his brethren, Hanekoma refused to wear a hood, and he took every opportunity to meet and learn from anyone he passed in his travels during his investigations. He was determined to learn what he could of the mysterious force Joshua insisted was responsible for the Night of Flames.
⚀ In the Year of the Realm 873, at 36, Hanekoma fell victim to a game of gambling, and for a short while he became so attached to it he couldn't even save up enough money to support himself. When all seemed lost, a strict but compassionate elderly gentleman helped him get back to his feet and taught him the art of cooking fine drink and meals from most any source. Hanekoma never forgot this act of kindness, and to this day he will go out of his way to provide for those in need, in whatever way he can. He also uses his ability to cook to keep himself in good money wherever he happens to go.
⚀ Hanekoma has since been watching over Joshua as much as he could, from the shadows. He is determined to protect Joshua in any way that he can, but he works almost independently of the Undying now. His first priority is the young man that had fought so hard to survive despite it all and found place in himself to put his all into protecting the land the Rosfields had always fought so hard to keep in one piece. He will participate and cooperate with the Undying only as far as it serves his own and Joshua's means, but he no longer considers himself a real member of the cult of the phoenix. Further more, he will try to convince any Undying that he begins to gain trust with to turn away from worshiping the phoenix and instead give their loyalty to the young man himself.
⚀ Hanekoma is an artist at heart, and while he rarely has the means of participating in his hobby often, he will use whatever resources available to him to leave art and poetry in his wake in most places he visits. This can be anything from murals on walls to clay figures to pages left behind on bar counters full of poetry. He also has a mild ability to play instruments he might come across, and while he doesn't keep one on his person, when provided with one he usually can pick out a diddy or two.
⚀ tag: #hypocrisy legitimacy ⤙ffxvi verse⤚⚄
#anonymity annoying me ⤙ooc⤚⚄#few lines of the sentence lie ⤙hc⤚⚄#wise and very well organized ⤙psa⤚⚄#hypocrisy legitimacy ⤙ffxvi verse⤚⚄#//i redid it for something more suiting#//since leviathan is taken now#//but i like this take#//def gonna update again later#//but yeah take this
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A Clash of Kings - 69 Bran VII (pages 862-873)
Summer catches Bran up on the sack of Winterfell, so the team stops hiding in the crypts and splits the party for a road trip.
Chapter 69? !!! that's the funny number!!!
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Yet as one smell drew them onward, others warned them back. He sniffed at the drifting smoke. Men, many men, many horses, and fire, fire, fire. No smell was more dangerous, not even the cold smell of iron, the stuff of man-claws and hardskin. The smoke and ash clouded his eyes, and in the sky he saw a great winged snake whose roar was a river of flame. He bared his teeth, but then the snake was gone. Behind the cliffs tall fires were eating up the stars.
Oh that sounds so apocalyptic. And in a way I suppose it kinda was a small apocalypse, Winterfell set aflame and razed. I love the way Summer refers to human stuff, "man-claws" and "hardskin" instead of swords and armour, it feels organic, not overly forced, which I know can be a bit of a balancing act between what an intelligent creature would know, versus what an animal would really understand and contextualize human things.
also, correct me if I'm wrong, but this is the scene right? the one that people say "oh this is what Dany's vision meant re: a great beast taking wing and breathing fire"?
"From a smoking tower, a great stone beast took wing, breathing shadow fire..."
I'm... not sure this is the moment, tbh. I dunno, something about the wording just doesn't go 'click' for me. Mostly because Summer is seeing it and and thinking 'snake' not 'beast' (the 'stone' part is understandable to leave out, regardless of if it's relevant or not) and I get that that is an incredibly strange thing to get caught up on but... given that we had wildfire pseudo-anthropomorphized by Davos as a demon, I just get the feeling it's more in line with that than with Dany's vision. Also that her vision called it shadow fire specifically...
I mean it could be the vision moment, I might just be reading it from the wrong angle, but ... *shrugs*
Heck, the vision might not be a single moment in the series but a repeating motif.
well now i kinda want to print off all the "prophecies" and paste 'em to my walls to use like a checklist. XD
anyway, moving on~
He closed his third eye and opened the other two, the old two, the blind two. In the dark place where all men were blind. But someone was holding him. He could feel arms around him, the warmth of a body snuggled close. He could hear Hodor singing "Hodor, hodor, hodor," quietly to himself.
Oh poor Hodor. You're doing amazing sweetie. (all these kids are doing amazing, let's be honest.)
His tongue felt thick and strange in his mouth. One day when I come back I won't know how to talk anymore.
...
"Too long. you'll starve yourself. Meera dribbled a little water down your throat, and we smeared honey on your mouth, but it is not enough.
...
"The wolf ate," Jojen said. "Not you. Take care, Bran. Remember who you are."
It really has been all about Identity for the Stark siblings this book, about the loosing of self, or the threat of it anyway.
Also: warging is super dangerous.
(Modern AUs, do you think they'd have little clinics and wards set up with stuff so Wargs could do their astral possession thing while their bodies are doing their best impersonation of a coma patient?)
Bran had to squint as the pitch began to burn, filling the world with orange glare. The light woke Rickon, who sat up yawning.
When the shadows moved, it looked for an instant as if the dead were rising as well.
Nice. But not yet.
They need a red glass case for their torches if they're going to be down in the dark for so long. Red light is one of the best for doing dark cave tours, I went to one of the glow worm caves once, Arachnocampa glow worms, not firefly larvae glow worms, by the way (fun fact, glow worms of the Arachnocampa Genus are only found in like, 10? places world wide iirc, and they are all in Australia and New Zealand, and also they glow blue not yellow/green) and we did the tour with red light torches/flashlights, which allowed us to see everything after a small adjustment period, but the didn't spook the glow worms because many cave dwelling beasties cannot see the red light wave length, but also we didn't point the torches directly at them, they were plenty bright enough on their own. Anyway, because of the wavelength, red light can be used to see, without wrecking your night vision, and going from full dark to red light doesn't hurt your eyes as much as things in the orange, yellow or white light spectrum.
Osah carried her long oaken spear in one hand and the torch in the other. A naked sword hung down her back, one of the last to bear Mikken's mark. He had forged it for Lord Eddard's tomb, to keep his ghost at rest. But with Mikken slain and the ironmen guarding the armory, good steel had been hard to resist, even if it meant grave-robbing. Meera had claimed Lord Rickard's blade, though she complained it was too heavy. Brandon took his namesake's, the sword made for the uncle he had never known. He knew he would not be much use in a fight, but even so the blade felt good in his hand.
I am having feels about them being armed by Starks past. By his ancestors, by the dead.
also: " Meera had claimed Lord Rickard's blade, though she complained it was too heavy." You know who has a nice light Valyrian steel sword that was originally a lady's blade? Brynden Rivers, Three-eyed Raven.
#Let Meera Have Dark Sister 2023!!!
... I feel like there was some kind of intent behind Theon Stark being known as 'the Hungry Wolf' when Theon Greyjoy has such a hungry personality, always wanting things but never satiated.
"Open the door, Hodor," Bran said.
Why do you hurt me like this?
They stood in the shadow of the First Keep, or what remained of it. One whole side of the building had torn loose and fallen away. Stone and shattered gargoyles lay strewn across the yard. They fell just where I did, Bran thought when he saw them. Some of the gargoyles had broken into so many pieces it made him wonder how he was alive at all.
This feels symbolic, both in terms of Bran and Winterfell, but also like a call back to the dream of falling where all those other dreamers were pierced or shattered on the stony spikes below but Bran managed to fly.
... post apocalyptic cityscape indeed. Shit.
Good catch by Osha, the signs that Theon hadn't done this. Like he crossed some lines, but he would never have done this.
LUWIN!!!!! oh gosh.
The maester smiled. "Hush now, child, I'm much older than you. I can... die as I please."
Nooooooo, no, no , nonono! You can't! You're the MVP of the North.
(But also before you go: good job on sussing out the ruse from the dead child's non-atrophies leg muscles. see, this is why you're MVP.)
The stone is strong, Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and underground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought. I'm not dead either.
Well, I'll say this for GRRM, he sure knows how to sucker-punch me last minute with these books.
I really like the hopeful tone in this, ("I'm not dead either.") not just for the future of Winterfell, but from Bran's personal arc, it feels like even though all this horrible stuff has happened, he's finally ready to take the first few steps out of the dark part of his recovery arc, and actually start mental and emotional recovery in regards to his fall.
... actually, hang on, I just need to check something...
ahhh, that's what's pinging, I think.
GoT, Bran II: [Winterfell] had grown over the centuries like some monstrous stone tree, Maester Luwin told him once, and its branches were gnarled and thick and twisted, its roots sunk deep into the earth.
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okay, tomorrow is a 'rest' day, because it's the appendix, and then the day after we'll start Steel and Snow. (aka: A Storm of Swords Part 1)
Two books down, yay!!
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Homestuck, page 873
Rose: Look around for anything else of importance.
This looks like something of importance.
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FANFIC WRITER INTERVIEW
I was tagged by @depressedstressedlemonzest 😍
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
97
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
813,550
3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
There Goes The Neighborhood (1,264)
Paging Dr Gallagher (1,026)
The Tension & The Spark (1,010)
The One With All The Questions (873)
Not A Gallagher (720)
5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
Fuck You, Gallagher. I don’t usually write angsty endings but for some reason this one just happened. Ian isn’t in it, it’s just Mickey dealing with him leaving and having dark feelings about it.
6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?
99.9% of my stuff has a happy ending. I write to make myself happy so I tend to sway hard into the fluff category. If I had to choose I would say Weightless - heavy on the angst to start then just gets happier and happier.
7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?
I haven’t so far but wouldn’t rule it out.
8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?
Oh god yeah. There was the person who called me a creep for writing incest, that was fun. Especially since there was zero actual incest. Also someone insists on reading all my stuff just to then comment on all of the tiny things I got wrong, like how I described someone’s eye colour. 🤷♀️
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I do, awkwardly. I try not to over-write it and I really, really try to avoid cringy names for body parts.
10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I don’t think so.
11. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes! A couple have been translated into Russian, which is really cool.
12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Nope, not yet. Again I wouldn’t rule it out but just haven’t really got those kinds of relationships to do something like that.
13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
Gallavich, without a moment of hesitation. The complexity, the passion, the growth, the love. It’s all there. We just need fanfic to fix what the writers couldn’t do justice.
14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
My only WIP right now is Quatervois but I will finish it. I still love it but I’m not in the place I need or want to be in to write so it’s on the back burner until I feel better. I’m not going to rush out some half-arsed chapters just to say I finished it.
15. What are your writing strengths?
I honestly don’t know, I’ve never really paid attention to it on a technical level and nobody has ever critiqued it. Answers on a postcard guys!
16. What are your writing weaknesses?
Again, I’m not really a technical writer where I follow the rules. I think an English Language puritan would have a mini-meltdown at some of my stuff. I put commas where there should be colons etc. But I write for me and I post it for others to read if they want to so I don’t get too hung up on it.
17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
It’s a tricky one. Every language I’ve ever learned has always had very obvious differences between written and spoken language so literal translations can lead you astray, but for the most part if it’s clear what you’re trying to get at and it doesn’t upset the flow of the story then go for it.
18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?
Harry Potter. I loved it at the time but given more recent changes to my feelings for JKR I doubt I will revisit.
19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?
Steddie (Steve/Eddie) - the show did just enough to make their pairing an ambiguous possibility so that’s enough for me to want to jump on it and run wild with it!
20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?
That’s so hard to answer. It’s very dependent on my mood. I’m quite proud of The Words He Doesn’t Say because it’s the first time I’ve done a multi-chap from an outsider POV. It was a challenge I enjoyed and the end result wasn’t awful. And even though I have no experience of the legal process I enjoyed writing Burden of Proof. The one that gave me the most happy feels was Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot, a fluffy reunion fic with lots of domesticity. Sooo, you asked for one and you got three!!
Now if someone could teach me how to link the stories in my posts that would be grand. Help a dinosaur out, won’t ya? 😉
Tagging @lady-ekaterina (it’s been a while, hope you’re doing good!) 💕
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Podcast #873: The Myths of Trauma
Among people who experience some sort of trauma, what percentage do you think go on to develop post-traumatic stress disorder? A third? A Half? More?
Actually, the answer is 10%. An overestimation of how common it is to develop PTSD after trauma is one of the misconceptions my guest thinks are leading to its overdiagnosis and an underestimation of human resilience.
Dr. Joel Paris is a professor emeritus of psychiatry and the author of Myths of Trauma: Why Adversity Does Not Necessarily Make Us Sick. Today on the show, Joel explains what some of those myths of trauma are, including the idea that it’s trauma itself which causes PTSD. Joel argues that PTSD is instead created when exposure to trauma meets an individual’s susceptibility to it, and he explains what psychological, biological, and even social factors contribute to this susceptibility. We also get into how the methods used to prevent the triggering of trauma can backfire and how the treatment for PTSD will be ineffective if it only focuses on processing an adverse experience.
Resources Related to the Episode
* AoM Podcast #788: The Dangers of “Concept Creep”
* AoM Podcast #555: Dandelion Children vs. Orchid Children
* From Paralysis to Fatigue: A History of Psychosomatic Illness in the Modern Era by Edward Shorter
* AoM Podcast #440: The 3 Great Untruths That Are Setting Up a Generation for Failure
* Jay Belsky’s research on differential sensitivity
* Video demonstration of EMDR
* Radical Acceptance
* Interview with Bruce Wampold as to what makes for a good therapist
* Joel’s other books
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